As I stood before my amigo, Carlos, in our cramped Venezuela apartment, the air was thick with anticipation. His eyes, dark as the night, locked onto mine, daring me to take what I wanted. The scent of sweat and lust hung heavy between us, a potent elixir that fueled my desire.
With one hand, I grasped his cock, feeling its rigid length pulsate in my palm. My mouth watered at the sight of it, swollen and pink, a tempting morsel begging to be devoured. I leaned in, my lips wrapping around the head as I suckled the tender skin. Carlos’ groans echoed through the room, his hips jerking forward as he sought more.
His dick grew harder still, a thick column of flesh that seemed to vibrate with each stroke of my tongue. I took it deeper, feeling the smoothness of his cockhead glide down my throat. My eyes met Carlos’, and for an instant, time stood still – just the two of us lost in this raw, primal dance.
As I pulled back, gasping for air, Carlos grasped my head, holding me in place as he thrust his dick further into my mouth. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, the sensation sending a shiver through my body. His grunts turned to ragged pants, the sound of our heavy breathing the only soundtrack necessary.
With a final, deep thrust, Carlos came, his hot cum spilling down my throat as I swallowed every drop. My own dick throbbed in response, straining against my jeans like a caged beast demanding release. As we broke apart, chests heaving, I knew this was just the beginning of our night of unbridled passion – a night that would leave us both spent and screaming for more.
